Ash Tea


The smallest and most simple of things can evoke memories I thought I forgot. It’s been four years since I came visiting, but now mum is ill, she needs me. Dad passed away a couple of months earlier and I personally feel like she’s just aching to meet him. After leaving her bedside, I meandered…


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The smallest and most simple of things can evoke memories I thought I forgot. It’s been four years since I came visiting, but now mum is ill, she needs me. Dad passed away a couple of months earlier and I personally feel like she’s just aching to meet him. After leaving her bedside, I meandered around the halls to my room, the maids seemed to have dusted it but nothing had been moved, as If I never left.

I closed my eyes and tried to get the scent of my room, but I was met with the faint smell of disinfectant and air fresheners.  I let my fingers trail across my bookshelf. every single book in its place, dusted. it’s spines proudly showing off its names. I finally got to the bed and pulled back the duvet, I sat on the bed and burst into a fit of giggles.

My sheets!

Ingrained in this large fabric are the memories I thought I’d forgotten about. Thin dusty rose silk sheets, the color reminded me of Toyosi.


“What are you doing, Lanre?” she asked me, her fine ass facing me as she reached down on the other side of my bed searching for a couple of books in my bookbag. I stood and leaned back on my table, before taking off my belt and undoing the buttons of my shorts.

A book landed on the bed with a dull thud, I glanced at it lazily noting that it was just one out of the collection, the eight  one out of  twelve.

“you should use a pillow you know, leaning over like that would hurt your shoulder” I said, passing her one of my pillows, she took it saying “we would have been done by now if you’d move your flat chest and help me.”

“you’re lazy, that’s why I’m not helping”

“fuck you” she said, her voice a bit muffled from burying her face slightly in the pillow. I found myself smiling.

I moved to the bed, listening to her little grunts as she shoved books aside.

“I do not understand why you couldn’t have arranged them before you chooked them here”

I reached forward and slapped her ass. Hard.  she giggled and shifted, the graphic print skirt riding up her dark shiny thighs.

“leave me abeg”

I joined her on the bed, the silk sheets wrinkling in with my knees, and she shifted, exhaling in relief, she turned and lay on the pillow I’d supplied, a big smile on her face.  “oya check your bag there.”

 I smiled at her, and leaned forward as if I was reaching for the bag, her legs between my knees.  I grabbed her face and covered her mouth with my Palm. she had a look of nonchalance until I pulled down her top and bralette.

her dusty pink nips matched my sheets.

I pulled at one with the free hand, watching It harden as it reacted to the cold air in my room.

She began to shriek, muffled by my Palm,  when I dragged her skirt up and bunched it about her waist. Panties shifted, I unzipped my shorts and lined up with her.Her  eyes scrunched up in her head as I slammed into her. in the back of my mind, the Virgin bells were going off, but I was here already.

No one was at home, no maids, no guards, just me and Toyo.  after a while I didn’t even bother with anyone hearing her screams

I was close, my breathing had become shorter and my balls seemed to rise up into my body, so I pulled out of her and covered my  pulsing head with my fist, letting out a string of profanities as my body released.

After I caught my breath and cleaned up, I found all the books and gave them to her and she left my room without being able to look me in the eye.

I busied myself shortly after with scrubbing off the spots of blood on my sheets.

Mother met me some hours later. I was in the kitchen stealing bread when she saw me.

“Lanre,  have you seen Toyo? “

“No mummy,  she should be in her room”

After a while;

“Lanre,  what’s wrong with your cousin?”

“what’s wrong with her?” I asked back

” I’m asking you a question and you’re asking me back”  My mother yelled “are you mad? She’s crying “

“Maybe her boyfriend broke up with her or something” I yelled back.

  A few days went by and the silence between I and Toyo stretched out until one day, I had just returned from my outings when I saw her in the middle of my room.

Hanging from the fan; my dusty rose silk sheets tangled around her neck.

a little piece of paper sat gingerly at the edge of my stripped bed, and I reached for it.

A quick scan of it blamed me for her death, I broke her, bla bla bla. I crumpled the paper and flushed it down my toilet, before I yelled for my mother.

She was a bit mortified that I wanted my sheets back, but she yielded and let me have them.

I put it on my bed the day Toyo was cremated, and my mum hovered around my room.

Her urn was placed in the hallway and I remember smiling at it everyday till I left the house.


“Sir? Sir? !” a voice ripped me from my reverie and I looked up at a maid.

“well?” I asked her

“Your mother wants you sir” she said curtly before waving her ass out of my room.

I passed the urn on my way to mothers room, then I backtracked a bit and took it in my hands, shook it around a bit then dipped my finger in it.

I wiggled it around, feeling the bones that studded it, before I extracted my finger, looked about for observers and licked the ash.

Sweet, even in death.

I had a five fingered snack on my way back from mother.

No one noticed that I had moved the urn into my room.

No one noticed that my tea had a grey look to it.

No one noticed when the urn was returned.

No one noticed the urn was empty save for the bones.


      1. BlackPearl
        It’s a story. It’s a creepy story. No matter if male or female wrote it, it doesn’t make it any less disturbing. The character is a guy na.
  1. Gibret Ifedi
    Okay, I almost stopped reading and wanted to cry. I overcame. I didn’t cry, I became angry. But then at the end I realized it was just a waste of emotion for a psycho like this one..Where is the justice? I am not a fan of this story at all..But your such a good writer notwithstanding ..
  2. Nommy
    WTF??? different emotions flooded me just reading this . i wanted to come out with my cape and avenge Toyosi’s death… sigh! scary and creepy to say the least but also awesomely a very good read. kudos!

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